[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Renata let out a mirthless chuckle at Lennox's eloquent reply. "Goodness... Wratt was right on the money about you, milord." For all of a second, she reflected with regret upon the time she'd sworn fealty to a liege only to abandon that liege for fear of attracting undue attention as a fugitive. It was at that point that Tiras began to moodily stride his own way. This is no good... Dragon or no, we've got to stay together or we're good as dead.

"But— but now is hardly the time for division among us. We must—" No sooner had Renata lapsed into the diplomatic speech of a church servant than a lightning bolt had rent the air right next to Tiras. There had been magic hanging in the air, but she hadn't expected that. "We're killing that thing before it can get a direct hit," she declared, thoroughly annoyed that these creatures kept interrupting the party's every chance to get on the right page with one another. At least it was a distraction from the fact that there was a flesh-and-blood dragon right behind her.